Cape May

Dead Possum

Well, on this one particular Friday there was a new move I wanted to show her because it was just so cool. It's a defensive move to prevent your opponent from throwing you. I explained everything to her and what she should do. But what was really so cool was that this particular move involved pressing your body tightly against your opponent and once on the ground, pressing some more.

We hadn't used the garage in over two weeks because it was used as part of her fifteenth birthday party, and we were slow to clean it out. Now I was eager to resume our "class."

I hooked my right arm under her and grabbed her with a shoulder lock and slipped my hips under hers. As I bent over to flip her, she was supposed to counter by crouching down and putting her lead foot behind my dominant leg so she could just pull back while sweeping my foot out from under me. It was a pretty effective move, especially when fighting a heavier opponent. But somehow, perhaps she forgot the instructions, because as I twisted she went flying in the air landing on her back. It turned out to be the longest flip of my short life.

Anyone who has ever taken karate, judo or any martial arts knows that to throw someone takes only a matter of one or two seconds. When I slipped my hips under hers and threw, her feet came off the floor and for that half second her entire body weight was on me. That's when I felt the distinct fullness of breasts upon my back.

Time was suspended and everything seemed as if in slow motion as her body rolled over mine.

Then she slammed onto the mat. Normally, I would have put out my hand to help her up. But that day I just stepped back leaving her to get up on her own. I had not seen my sister naked since she was ten and I twelve, so in my mind she was still that skinny flat chested little girl of years gone by. But curiosity got the best of me. For months, I had been feeling the fullness of her as she rolled over me. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as she got up off the mat. My eyes bore into her chest and through the t-shirt she had on to see what it was that crushed so amazingly against my back. I must have been staring too long, too intently, for somehow through my daze I heard her say,

"Whatcha looking at?"

Awakened from my trance I quickly replied,

"Uuuggghh, nothing.
"

"You were looking at my boobs you perv."

'What boobs?" I instinctively replied defensively."

"You know what I'm talking about. I just saw you checking them out."

"You crazy Gabby, you imagining stuff. You think you all that." I said weakly.

"You don't think I saw you, you sicko. You were checking out my boobs Bobby. That's sick"

"Boobs, what boobs?" I helplessly replied. You aint got no boobs. Stop playing yourself. I've seen better boobs on a cabbage."

"Yeah, is that why you been feeling me up all this time. You think I didn't notice you trying to cop a freebee."

For a moment I went silent, shocked at the realization that she knew. Then regaining my composure retorted,

"Yeah, well if you knew and didn't do anything about it then who's the perv, you perv."

"You're the perv, stupid for feeling me up and looking at my boobs."

As she's talking, she's making these moves and gestures with her hands and head, like black girls do when they're sassing you.

"And anyway, Tommy Brown thinks I've got the best-looking boobs in school."

My mind went blank. I couldn't believe Tommy would say something like that. Tommy was my best friend. Yeah, it's true, he's been coming around more often these days, but still, Tommy wasn't one to say something like that.